Promotion

[Jack Starbuck]

"Oooooh!Are those the triple red and blue markings of an imperial captain I see? Ho ho ho congratulations Captain Starbuck!"
Janto the Hutt, Bartender for Janto's Imperial Liquor on Coruscant Imperial military base, turned to see Jack Starbuck walk in the bar with his fresh black dress uniform on with the markings of a Captain on his left breast.
"Damn right Janto, and you better respect it!" Starbuck said with a commanding presence, three seconds later his frown turned to a smirk "Now get me a drink you beautiful thing you" Janto turned to his drinks laughing "Hoho ho, anything for you good friend"
Jack smiled and looked down at the counter.
He and Janto had been good friends, since his very first day in the army. Janto always loved to here of Jacks outrageous stories the Grand Moff would send him and his Walkers off too. Janto himself was in the army many years earlier, but because of his sluggish body he was an inventory officer and that was it.
Janto turned around with a blue drink which Jack came to know as Twi'lek ale, it had very littler alcohol since Jack didn't drink that much.
"Soooooo, tell me howd it go!"
"Well we got what we were looking for"
Janto leaned in closer indicating he wanted more detail. Unfortunately most of Jack's missions were top secret and he couldn't tell anyone, however Janto was his friend who he could tell anything too. He did teach him how to speak in Huttsee, when sometimes if the mission was that secret he would speak in that language.
"A weapons dealer for the Jedi on Kashyyk" Starbuck said in Huttsee
"OOOOOHHHH, many Jedi there, did you run into any?" Janto said in the same language
"Thankfully no, the dealer was supposed to meet up with one that morning, but we got him before they had a chance to meet up."
"Well I am thankful for your safe arrival, but... who was the poor sap that got killed to let you become a captain?"
In the Gloom Walkers, one would not advance through rank by years of service, but it all depended if a person of Higher rank died and then the next runner up would take his place.
"Captain Jorn, he wasn't with us but, but apparently him and our two other guys died out in the outer rim on some support mission. They practically had the promotion ceremony ready when I got back to the ship."
"Do you suspect Jedi?"
"If it is I'll karking kill em"
Jack paused to take a sip of his ale.
"Do you really have anything against the Jedi? I mean do you know them that well?"
"Personally no, but they disrupt the peace the imperial government has worked so hared to bring about"
"And you believe that?"
"Haha hell no, I just do what they tell me too."
"Well, we'll let the sith deal with their little problem then, while you got your own."
Jack slowly turns his face sideways looking off in some other direction
"I could have been one of them Janto, I could've been a sith." His voice sullen and filled with sorrow.
"That you could've been Captain Starbuck, but with all honesty you'd make a better soldier anyway."
Jack looks up with disgust in his eyes
"And hows that Janto?"
"Simple, you care more about life. Them Sith don't care at all about any living being in the galaxy except for themselves. Hell they even get enjoyment out of watching things die. But you, you care. About the life of your men, about the people you fight for. Your a good person Jack, I'd hate to see it go to waste on some hoccum religion."
"Hell you would you passive sleemo"
Janto lets out a loud laugh, while Jack gets up to leave.
"Where do you suppose you'll go now?"
"I don't know, I promised to take the guys out to hit the town tonight, your welcome to come if you want."
"Ho ho ho my place is here buddy, but go out and have fun. When is the date for your next deployment?"
"Tomorrow" Jack said as he walked out the door
Janto stared at the door for a bit then smiled and continued cleaning his counter.

[Random Event Generator]

A bothan hurried down the skywalks of Coruscant, head down and hands in his pockets. Looking for an acceptable target, he spied the bar. Drunk men were the easiest; and just lucky for him, one was exiting right now. The man didn't look very drunk, but maybe he just knew how to hold his alcohol. People could be deceptively sober-looking while still blasted out of their minds. The bothan wove through the crowd, eyeing the human for where he'd be keeping his credits. He looked like a military man, in black dress clothes. That might make things tough, but there was a mark of a higher-up rank on his chest, and the bothan knew higher rank equals higher pay.
He wove in for the play, stumbling out of the crowd and bumping into the human.
"Oh, so sorry sir. Didn't see you there--" His hand flashed down and slid to the uniform's pockets, grabbing whatever he could grip before he stumbled away, clutching the human's credit chips to his chest.

[Jack Starbuck]

Jack stumbled backwards a bit, maybe there was a little more to that ale than he thought. "Oh, so sorry sir. I didn't see you there" An apologetic Bothan replied. "It's fine, just watch were your going next time." But the Bothan was already walking away, so Jack payed not attention to it and kept on his path. He thought for a bit, that Bothan looked somewhat familiar, was he at the bar? Well maybe it was just a coince.... Jacks hands went back into his pocket, to feel... nothing. "Blast!" he then turned around, to the crowd "Hey!"

[Random Event Generator]

The bothan froze for a brief second, hearing the voice of a male human shouting behind him. He looked back, and saw that it was in fact the man he had burgled. "Kriff, it usually takes them longer to notice," he said to himself. Avoiding the human's eyes, he bolted around and started sprinting down the skywalk, hand reaching down his small pocket blaster--just in case things got rough. He always preferred to make clean swipes, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.

[Jack Starbuck]

Jack sprinted back to the center of the crowd where he last remembered seeing the Bothan. He stopped to survey the area. Nothing. "Dammit" he breathed. He turned to a pedestrian nearby and grabbed his collar "Hey you! did you see a Bothan anywhere? Just now? anywhere?" The pedestrian was frightened so he let go. He probably alerted the Bothan with his yell, he should've been more subtle and he let his anger take control of him. He looked up with frustration in his eyes. He was disgusted more at himself rather than the Bothan. He started jogging in the direction he saw him last, though it was hard to go very fast because he was in his dress shoes.

[Random Event Generator]

The bothan dodged into a back alley, hiding in a niche in one of the building's architecture. He was breathing heavily, but as far as he could hear, the human wasn't immediately behind him. If he just hid there for a few minutes the human should lose his scent--figuratively--and he could get away clean. He let out one last drawn-out breath, then resheathed his pocket blaster. He started to giggle, then laugh. "That was close," he said to himself. He slid down the wall, sitting with his arms limp at his sides. Closing his eyes for a moment, he reveled in another clean getaway, then reached into one of his other pockets and pulled out the stolen credit chips. From another pocket he drew a handheld scanner for reading the amount on each chip. "Now, let's see what the spoils of war are," he giggled to himself again. He swiped one chip through the reader and a number blinked on the small screen.

67 credits

The bothan stared in disbelief. "67?! Are you kidding me?!" He swiped another card.

35 credits

His eyes bulged, and nis face reddened. "35 kriffing credits?! Are you kriffing kidding me?!"
He gripped the last card so hard it almost fragmented.

13 credits

His enraged face turned towards the sky, and he let out a bestial roar. "KRIFF!!" He pitched the card reader at the opposite wall, and a large crack sprouted along its casing. The bothan just sat there fuming. "Kriffing military types..."

[Jack Starbuck]

It was done, he was gone. Jack circled the sector twice, and not a Bothan in site. He was all grimy and sweaty in his dress uniform but at least calm and under control. "This is embarrassing", he originally didn't have that many credits to begin with, but rather it was the fact that he got stolen from and the perp got away. Even for an officer he got paid very low, but as long as the military provided him with a roof over his head and a meal to eat he was okay, he wasn't in it for the money.
With his money gone, he had no choice but to head back to the barracks and wash his dress uniform. He was gonna have a hell of a time trying to explain this to the guys. Freshly promoted Captain Starbuck of the Imperial Armies Gloom Walkers, lost his money to some low-life Bothan. He was only human